Marching Powder

I just chased down an asthmatic
With a hatchet, then went and taught lamaze classes
Atypical sociopathic
Burning a psych transcript
Bloodletting couldn't cure my madness
Half-wit
Spirit half-lit, next to my body in an open casket
Crying myself to ashes
My passion, that of a scorned lover stabbing
800-year-old vampire saddened, watching friends and family passing
This sound like 96, upstate grimy kid
Surrounded by seven dead Chinese chicks
In this game, dragging luggage like I got stuck with a paralyzed Siamese twin

I shoot backwards, fire hollows from unloaded clips
Run from cops for years
Dig the body up, expose its ribs
Insanity close to it, I lost my mind, my meds failed
Ten pails of weed
Laced with fluoride dust and chemtrails
I've been failed
Peaceful memories have seemed to vanish
Got beamed to planets
Far away, freezing in the demon's attic
Extremely damaged, I tried to make the pieces fit
Tried to make my ex my wife, but I guess I'm a piece of shit
At least, that's what she would say, I learned to fucking eat the blame
My life did a 180; there's different degrees of pain
Outside in the freezing rain
On the road about to slip
Hand me downs, shoes and clothes Poor kid, I doubt they fit
People judge emotions and they even talk about your wrists
I climbed the top of mountain, tripped
Fell into the catacombs
Permanently stoned; they found me stiff